Melting the Devil

You Need To Stop

A/N: Here's another update!

Enjoy, since I have been missing for a week? I guess?

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They get back to the office with time to spare, and it's only then that Cantaloupe gets notified that the meeting will start a little later due to some last minute adjustments to their presentation. Tin decides to spend the extra time to prepare for the meeting, reviewing Yim's last email.

However difficult it was to stay away from Cantaloupe that morning, Tin finds it's ten times harder now, after he'd just spent the last two hours in almost constant contact with him—holding his hand on the table, playing footsie under the table. It also doesn't help that Cantaloupe's been leaving casual touches every chance he gets—smoothening out his suit Tinet, brushing nonexistent particles off of Tin's face, patting his arm, lingering every time he hands Tin a stack of paper (which, honestly, Tin has no idea how Cantaloupe keeps finding new stacks of paper to hand him, all within a fifteen-minute window)—and it's slowly driving Tin insane. 

When Cantaloupe calls him out for the meeting, Tin falls into step with him and pulls him back, letting Prem walk ahead. "Okay, you need to stop."

Cantaloupe looks at him innocently. "Stop what?"

Tin glares at him, all fake heat. "You know what, Can."

Cantaloupe's polite smile turns devilish. "Mm, I'm not so sure I do, Mr. Medthanan."

Tin stares at him, but Cantaloupe just continues walking down the hallway. He groans, scrubbing a hand over his face, following Cantaloupe and Prem to the elevator. He doesn't know if he's even more frustrated or relieved that they're not alone so that Cantaloupe doesn't get the extra opportunity to do anything.

They enter the conference room just as the last few attendees file in, and Tin heads straight for his spot at the head of the table with Cantaloupe sitting immediately to his left, Prem to his left. He notices that Cantaloupe sits slightly closer to him than usual but doesn't think to call him out on it. The meeting starts promptly, Yim Sullivan stepping up and greeting everyone to begin the presentation.

Tin tries to listen intently to analysis of the data being flashed on the screen, and he's just about to point out an error in the percentages when he feels Cantaloupe press his shoe against Tin's. Tin glances at him, frowning, but Cantaloupe resolutely keeps his foot where it is.

"Ugh," Tin says dumbly, forcing his attention back to the meeting. "Yim, I think there's a discrepancy with the numbers."

Yim's eyebrows quirk as he glances at the current slide. "Where is discrepancy, boss?"

"The percentage is wrong," Tin says, gesturing to the second column. "That ratio amounts to 72 percent, give or take."

Yim frowns down at his phone, which he seems to be using as a calculator. "Huh. Boss is right, that number should be 72. Sorry, boss. We change it and have new version sent to you immediately."

Tin sighs, settling back into his seat. "It's fine, I'm sure it doesn't actually affect the rest of your strategy. Continue."

Yim starts talking about the new target market they've identified for the campaign, and Tin starts to scribble notes onto his iPad, studiously ignoring the way Cantaloupe's foot is now nudging up to Tin's ankle. He attempts to move away slightly, and that miraculously gets Cantaloupe to stop. Tin takes a deep breath and tries to focus.

He gets a few blissful minutes of trying to catch up with all that's been said, scrolling through his own copy of the presentation, when he suddenly feels a heavy hand on his thigh. His breath catches at the sudden contact, but when he looks over at Cantaloupe, he has an artfully neutral expression on his face.